05-27-2021, 04:08 PM
Beyza
Her unblinking gaze tracks Tiberios when he moves out of the water, turning her body in his wake. Beyza thinks that he tries to respect her personal space, or at least tries to with what space there is, but she doesn’t move to assist in that at all - a glimmer of amusement flicking across her pale features.
That amusement blossoms into a light laugh when he remarks that she had underscored how old her parents were - which was probably true. To her, everything that existed before she did was all the same - it was before. She vaguely knew a little about the Reckoning, but perhaps that proved his point - her parents had existed long before that and it had not really been a part of their history.
Beyza attempts to remind herself to blink now, to move a little bit so she is not the statue she reverts to when she’s at ease, while she listens to the piece of Tiberios’ history that he offers her. There are so many questions buzzing around in her mind, though not all of them are polite to ask of someone she’s just met so she keeps them tucked away. They only increase in number as he continues, until she’s practically bursting with them - to the point where she’s tempted to just get the answers herself, to see if that is something her magic will let her do, with or without his permission.
That temptation does not last long, though, because she is enjoying this chance encounter.
She’s absolutely fascinated by him now, no judgement passing across her features or in her voice when she responds truthfully. “I can’t fault you for that at all.” Her magic stirs at even the faintest inclination to help in whatever capacity, and that in turn aids her in deciding which of her many questions to ask as she regards him. “Do you know who murdered you? Or what?” She supposes that there is a good chance she won’t recognize the name even if he does know it, but she’s curious all the same.
That amusement blossoms into a light laugh when he remarks that she had underscored how old her parents were - which was probably true. To her, everything that existed before she did was all the same - it was before. She vaguely knew a little about the Reckoning, but perhaps that proved his point - her parents had existed long before that and it had not really been a part of their history.
Beyza attempts to remind herself to blink now, to move a little bit so she is not the statue she reverts to when she’s at ease, while she listens to the piece of Tiberios’ history that he offers her. There are so many questions buzzing around in her mind, though not all of them are polite to ask of someone she’s just met so she keeps them tucked away. They only increase in number as he continues, until she’s practically bursting with them - to the point where she’s tempted to just get the answers herself, to see if that is something her magic will let her do, with or without his permission.
That temptation does not last long, though, because she is enjoying this chance encounter.
She’s absolutely fascinated by him now, no judgement passing across her features or in her voice when she responds truthfully. “I can’t fault you for that at all.” Her magic stirs at even the faintest inclination to help in whatever capacity, and that in turn aids her in deciding which of her many questions to ask as she regards him. “Do you know who murdered you? Or what?” She supposes that there is a good chance she won’t recognize the name even if he does know it, but she’s curious all the same.
@[Tiberios]